couldn’t take down the Type-1, but they’d stand a
decent chance against the Type-3s and 4s. There was one Type-2 in the mix as
well, but that one would just have to be dealt with the hard way. Chew up the
others first and they could isolate it, but the key to it all was taking out
the Type-1. So long as it was in play they were doomed.
And they had nothing that could contend with it short
of a fleet of drone warships.
They were beat, pure and simple, and damn the Scionate
for pulling out when they did.
That was the general sentiment in the mini war council
between Paul, a handful of his Archons, and the Dvapp, which was when the
trailblazer quoted Darth Vader and left their headquarters, deploying himself
out ahead of the rest of his troops that he’d carefully arranged into the
ambush formations he wanted.
Don’t
underestimate the power of the Force.
With him concealed in his tiny hollow with his shields
turned off so the Skarrons couldn’t track him just in case their sensors could
penetrate the rock, which he doubted, he waited and watched with his psionics
as infantry and then several of their walkers passed by his position. He could
actually see a piece of one of the Type-4s out the open side of his hollow
standing atop a ridge that gave him a view of its upper half, but it was too
far away to notice him behind them and only a few inches of helmet showing on a
direct line of sight.
No, Paul was tucked away nicely and now in the center
of their army waiting for the enormous Type-1 to come across his position,
hoping he’d guessed right about what path it would take.
The seven segmented walker was mid formation, leaving
it with flanking units on all sides to protect it from attacks, though in truth
there was nothing around that could harm it. Right now it was providing aerial
cover for the rest of the mechs and capable of throwing up a flat, circular
shield above itself or the nearby area to protect
against bombardment from orbit or fighters, though Star Force didn’t usually
use any bomb-type weapons. They wouldn’t get through the anti-air lachars anyway.
Stretching his Ikrid to its limits Paul waited and
watched through the rock behind him, sensing the infantry minds and those in
the nearest of the walkers until he finally felt the big one coming slightly to
the east. He thought it was going to be close enough, but given the height of
the segments this was going to be a stretch as was and he didn’t want to add
any more meters than necessary. He knew he couldn’t reposition without drawing
attention, and right now his only chance was to stay hidden. Get even close to
that thing and it’d bathe the surface with so much plasma they wouldn’t even
have to aim to hit him, just spam the area with shots.
He felt the minds in the first segment and tracked
their movement, mentally plotting out the closest they would come to him. Each
piece had its own crew, which worked together to move the giant centipede
around, up until they decided to split it apart. That didn’t happen unless one
segment needed to be jettisoned, because the shield generating strength of the
flat ‘plates’ it created to defend against heavy attack were much stronger when
all the segments were combined, though the armor alone was enough to protect it
against an insane amount of weaponsfire.
But it would do nothing to block Paul’s Ikrid.
When the first segment hit the closest point to Paul’s
position, with the first of its legs coming down some 250 meters to his left,
he reached out and tried to connect to one of the minds he was sensing. His
contact was very light, given the range, but he focused his mental power and
tried to make it as efficient as possible. At first he didn’t think he was
going to be able to do it, then he finally got a very faint connection that
allowed him to pull information from its senses and allow him to see the inside
of the walker along with a few of its surface thoughts.
He quickly realized it
decent chance against the Type-3s and 4s. There was one Type-2 in the mix as
well, but that one would just have to be dealt with the hard way. Chew up the
others first and they could isolate it, but the key to it all was taking out
the Type-1. So long as it was in play they were doomed.
And they had nothing that could contend with it short
of a fleet of drone warships.
They were beat, pure and simple, and damn the Scionate
for pulling out when they did.
That was the general sentiment in the mini war council
between Paul, a handful of his Archons, and the Dvapp, which was when the
trailblazer quoted Darth Vader and left their headquarters, deploying himself
out ahead of the rest of his troops that he’d carefully arranged into the
ambush formations he wanted.
Don’t
underestimate the power of the Force.
With him concealed in his tiny hollow with his shields
turned off so the Skarrons couldn’t track him just in case their sensors could
penetrate the rock, which he doubted, he waited and watched with his psionics
as infantry and then several of their walkers passed by his position. He could
actually see a piece of one of the Type-4s out the open side of his hollow
standing atop a ridge that gave him a view of its upper half, but it was too
far away to notice him behind them and only a few inches of helmet showing on a
direct line of sight.
No, Paul was tucked away nicely and now in the center
of their army waiting for the enormous Type-1 to come across his position,
hoping he’d guessed right about what path it would take.
The seven segmented walker was mid formation, leaving
it with flanking units on all sides to protect it from attacks, though in truth
there was nothing around that could harm it. Right now it was providing aerial
cover for the rest of the mechs and capable of throwing up a flat, circular
shield above itself or the nearby area to protect
against bombardment from orbit or fighters, though Star Force didn’t usually
use any bomb-type weapons. They wouldn’t get through the anti-air lachars anyway.
Stretching his Ikrid to its limits Paul waited and
watched through the rock behind him, sensing the infantry minds and those in
the nearest of the walkers until he finally felt the big one coming slightly to
the east. He thought it was going to be close enough, but given the height of
the segments this was going to be a stretch as was and he didn’t want to add
any more meters than necessary. He knew he couldn’t reposition without drawing
attention, and right now his only chance was to stay hidden. Get even close to
that thing and it’d bathe the surface with so much plasma they wouldn’t even
have to aim to hit him, just spam the area with shots.
He felt the minds in the first segment and tracked
their movement, mentally plotting out the closest they would come to him. Each
piece had its own crew, which worked together to move the giant centipede
around, up until they decided to split it apart. That didn’t happen unless one
segment needed to be jettisoned, because the shield generating strength of the
flat ‘plates’ it created to defend against heavy attack were much stronger when
all the segments were combined, though the armor alone was enough to protect it
against an insane amount of weaponsfire.
But it would do nothing to block Paul’s Ikrid.
When the first segment hit the closest point to Paul’s
position, with the first of its legs coming down some 250 meters to his left,
he reached out and tried to connect to one of the minds he was sensing. His
contact was very light, given the range, but he focused his mental power and
tried to make it as efficient as possible. At first he didn’t think he was
going to be able to do it, then he finally got a very faint connection that
allowed him to pull information from its senses and allow him to see the inside
of the walker along with a few of its surface thoughts.
He quickly realized it
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